Some friends and I used to talk about having a 'last meal' potluck -- we'd each bring the dish we'd want as our last meal on earth. We were all a little too superstitious to tempt fate like that, though.

Right now, I'd probably want a fennel and arugula salad with shaved ricotta salata. You don't want to go into that last good night all loachy and weighed-down.

Better to let the sweet mask the absence of the caffeine tang, sleep as sound as possible, and rise to face the new, last day with as much aplomb as one can muster.

According to this scenario, at dawn you will be embracing the soundest possible sleep for all eternity. Personally, I think I'll put the sleep off that night, seeing as I'll be getting plenty a little later on.

My preference: screw the coffee, and in place of my after-last-dinner aperitif, bring me half an ounce of the best pink flake Colombian blow money can buy.* I'm gonna stay up all goddamn night thinking up something brilliant to say on the gallows.

I'd also like three beautiful 20-year-old boys, if it's not too much trouble. Thanks.

*I have never done cocaine, but I can't think of a better time to try it, eh?